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The trip to the surgeon

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My sister-in-law was gracious enough to drive me the three hours or so to see my heart surgeon today. I’ve discovered that the arthritis in my knees makes it absolutly no fun whatsoever to be in the back seat of a car for extended periods of time.

Don’t get me wrong. I am really really thankful that she was willing to spend her day driving around with my wife and me in the back seat. I couldn’t have gotten there any other way. I just hate having arthritis.

Normally, when I’m at home, I tend to sit with my legs spread out all over the floor in front of me, looking like I’m trying to trip somebody. Actually it has to do with the fact that having my knees bent for more than about five minutes makes them feel like they’re on fire.

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